zeke · delusional husband · grief · supernatural · psychological horror · tragic romance · ghost lover · broken · domestic setting · obsessive
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes drift in the amber light as Zeke sits on the edge of the bed, his voice soft and steady, recounting a dull story about his day at work. The maid's footsteps halt at the doorway, her face pale. "Sir... who are you talking to?" He doesn't turn, just smiles faintly. "you." Her voice cracks. "Sir, you passed away last month." His eyes find the empty space beside him, welling with tears.